How many times can you make the same mistake. It turns out that infinitely many. Each streak ever ends. And as recently felt so fantastic and it seemed that the curve continues to grow and will grow to do something to stop this process. And even it is not about the event, which resulted from the normal output for a beer after work. I I awoke in the night bus called the palace of culture. Knowing a much smaller part of the puzzle called "how I came to the house." I think the worst is the second day when the hangover and there is a huge emptiness and meaninglessness appears and thinks that I have failed again and above all himself. I do not know where I'm going and what I'm doing until the end. And there is the rage mixed with helplessness. When I look for happiness, which unfortunately does not belong to me. And when I think that all this might be so arranged and cool and beautiful. And when I try to arrange it all their own way on the desktop called life and coming day when a single hand movement swept everything from the desk, and fewer want to start over. I'm starting to live in this mess. And my actions are no longer in any way controlled. Pharmacy pussy. Recipe: 20 beers, 3 long island, 5 tequila silver, 2 gold. Of course, I can get it all to a certain gaiety. She keeps me on the surface. And when I call the cure Lumpika companion, who overslept for work on the tenth and eleventh and in the end it is I manage to wake him and scream, "You do not sleep Lumpik, please come to work," and Lumpik yawning, still completely drunk, corresponds stoically "Eeee probably get a little nap" ... Yes, definitely Lumpik is right ...
Koton
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